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My arms are jagged whips; a rending embrace.
I kiss warm profanities on cold cheeks.
My yearning is discomfort; fueling malaise.
The bluest skies remind me of pain.
My words are poison; do not heed.
I want to think Iím blindly vain.
It would be simpler; Indeed.

This is an unnecessarily essential need.
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